Change is all over the place.

Muitas mudanças, difíceis, estranhas, simultâneas. O que tiver de ser será.


"Change; we don’t like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But here's the truth...the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes change is good. Oh, sometimes, change is...everything."

U2 once again...

Fiquei sem bilhete um dia depois de eles estarem à venda?? Poupem-me please! E as pessoas normais que querem ver o concerto mas que não acampam à porta das lojas como fazem?

U2

Concerto de U2 daqui a um ano...Bilhetes à venda amanhã....pessoas a acampar para comprar bilhete hoje...preços entre os 32 e os 260 eur (???)...

Ok, domingo ainda devo ir a tempo, certo?

É por isso que quando os brasileiros estão sempre com aquela conversa que "adoro adoro adoro Portugal" soa-me sempre a falso...

Maitê

Depois de ver o vídeo da Maitê, só me ocorre algo em bom português (nortenho) : Ai a grande vaquinha!!!!

Na minha terra dir-se-ia outra coisa mas... :)

Tenho evitado pensar nisso mas a hora aproxima-se a passos largos. Sei que nada vai ser igual e que a casa vai crescer mais um pouco com a ausência dela. São 13 anos de vida diária em comum. 13 anos. Vai deixar saudades e vai fazer muita falta, nem que fosse para chegar a casa e a ver chateada com alguma coisa e perguntar "Que foi Paula?" "Nada, não me chateies!".

Há dias que pensamos que nunca vão chegar e pessoas que pensamos nunca ver sair das nossas vidas, aquelas que são tão certas que nada as pode abalar. Mesmo que tudo mudasse, ela continuava aqui todos os dias. Mas há um dia, há sempre um dia, que até isso muda, até uma das nossas bases mais sólidas sai da nossa rotina diária, e aí sentimo-nos como se nos tirassem o chão de repente.

Mas a vida continua, não é o que costumam dizer? The show must go on, embora com um vazio enorme que não será preenchido por mais ninguém.

Já tenho saudades tuas, Paula.

Sam's Town

Nobody ever had a dream round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me

I've got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind (and) it's starting to get to me

Now.."Why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
so scared of what they'll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home,
every now and then...

Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?

I took the shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
where the people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
I took a bullet, and I looked inside
Running through my veins
An American masquerade

I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake,
I never really known anybody to die before
Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all

"So why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges,
so scared of letting me shine
But I know that I can make it,
as long as somebody takes me home...

Wooooooo!

(every now and then) [x2]

(You know) I see London, I see Sam's Town
holds my hand and let's my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sam's Town now

Manifesto

Alguém ouviu a prova oral de hoje?

Façam um favor a vocês próprios e leiam isto:

http://oamornostemposdablogosfera.blogs.sapo.pt/75149.html

Eu, pecadora, me confesso!

Brandon Flowers

Bahhh

Os domingos conseguem ser mesmo deprimentes...

Lexie: [narrating] Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.

Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.

Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

Callie: And let it go when we can.

Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Alex: Denial.

Derek: Anger.

Bailey: Bargaining.

Lexie: Depression.

Richard: Acceptance.

Heeeeeeeeeeelp! Ugg boots, altas ou baixas?